Peter, in Search of Pan

From here to there and back again, or the journey from top to bottom and side to side. An eclectic blog for reviews and poetry. Television, film and theater with an occasional random choice.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

jimmy

gentle jimmydied tonight8:04 pm is nearly darknot black in mourningsoft with gray, rich in shadesbut i'll go walkingheel to toecareful where the streetsbend unliti'll jump across the alleywayshiding jimmy's dreamsall full up with feari may be buttrust is trust, all wrappedin care, i think i dolove smoky liquorbrown or gold, caughtby moonlightthen we'll speak bout gentle jimmyor dance the digger's two-stepon the 19th avenue

dying's got a speakall of its ownthough it comes and goesnow forgot, now rememberedthey say all life's got ebbsgot tides and turningsor is it just my sweethot whiskeythat sleeps in this old bedsweet faithful lover

gentle jimmydied tonightdone in from chasing angelsif i can merit, can understandthe streetly choirweren't he but a child, oram i wanderedam i seeing past the glassand through the mirror8:04 pm is not nearlydark enoughfor dying